Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or John, Dean, and Sam Winchester. I only own the plot.
A/N:Just to clarify this,Dean is 16 and Sam is 12. I know this isn't in order, but I felt like writing what I think their first argument was like.
"DAD! Stop babying me!" Sam yelled at his father.
"Babying you? You think I'm babying you?" John roared.
"Yes I do! You let Dean go on his first hunt when he was ten, and let him do a solo hunt when he was 12! Well I'm 12 and haven't even been on my first hunt yet!" Sam yelled, having lost control of his anger long before. This was the first time he remembered having an argument with his dad.
"I brought Dean on his first hunt when he was ten because I knew he was ready to face what's out there. And he was 13 when he had his first solo hunt! You have yet to prove to me that your able to go on a hunt and be able to carry the responsibilities it entitles!" John yelled, also having lost control of his anger. This was the first time he's argued with either of his sons, and he wasn't enjoying it one bit, but if it got Sam to understand, then he would shoulder it with no regrets.
"Well you haven't given me any opportunities to prove myself!" Sam yelled in defence.
Dean had just walked in the house they were currently living in. He heard his father and Sam yelling from the kitchen and was about to open the door and walk in to see what was going on when he heard his name mentioned. He froze when he heard it and listening form behind the door. They were arguing about the hunts and when Sam would join him and his dad on one. Dean remembered being ten on his first hunt, but he never mentioned it to Sam, but he had somehow figured it out. When the yelling intensified, Dean wanted to run in and stop it. But he was rooted to the spot, simply listening to the argument, not having the courage to step in and stop it. This was the first time he heard an argument like this, between his brother and father. Dean had been in some pretty nasty arguments, but they were with kids at school, and he always won, with either physical force or by simply threatening the kid. He usually only argued like that when someone was trying to hurt his baby brother.
Dean couldn't stand listening to this anymore. It was completely different when he was in the argument, then to listening to the two people he loved the most arguing at each other, dragging him into it by arguing around him. Dean moved away from the door and quickly ran up the stairs and locked himself in his room. He went to the corner and let the tears that he was holding back fall freely down his face. He pushed himself as far into the corner as he could go and let go of his emotions. He felt betrayed somehow, having his family argue about him.
The yelling could be heard clearly in Dean's room, as the kitchen was directly below his room. Dean was still listening, against his will, at the argument that was still going on. He kept saying stop under his breath, knowing they couldn't hear it, but wishing they could. Dean started rocking and holding himself in a ball, wanting the arguing to stop, wanting it all to return to how it was before. How Dean wished this was just a horrible nightmare and he never heard Sam and John screaming at each other.
Dean could hear the hate dripping off each word the other was saying, and he felt his heart start to break. He couldn't take listening to this anymore. He got up and roughly brushed the tears away, trying unsuccessfully to stop them. He went to his school bag which he dropped at home earlier and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He quickly scribbled a note.
Gone to Markus. Back for the hunt.
Dean
Dean walked back downstairs silently and put the note on the table beside the door and walked out of the house. Dean wasn't actually going to see Markus, he hated Markus with a passion. Markus used to be Dean's best friend, but because Markus had made the mistake of calling his little brother stupid, Dean had beat him up and said never to talk to him again. Dean just wanted to get out, to be on his own, until his dad needed him. The hunt tonight was to exorcise a Wraith. Dean hated those with a passion as well. The first time he had to face one, well, he didn't remember. But he remembered waking up in the hospital with John and Sam's worried faces watching him. They told him he had been out for two days. When Sam left the room for a minute, his dad told him he was thrown through two walls and down a flight of stairs and he was lucky to have only broken his arm. That's why Dean hated Wraiths, and why he was so keen on killing this one, so it wouldn't do what it did to him, to others.
Dean started walking down his driveway, when he came to the road. He couldn't decide which way he wanted to walk, so he walked across the street and into the woods. He found the trail and started walking down it to try and clear his thoughts. Why would Sam think that he was being babied? Dean would think he would be glad not to come on the hunts, as he wants to have a normal childhood, a normal life. And normal did not include hunting the supernatural, something that not many people believed in. If they did, and talked about it, it would be a one way ticket to a mental asylum.
Dean sighed and sat down on a fallen log. He couldn't ever remember hearing such a vicious argument. Even the ones he participated in weren't as violent as the one he left. He didn't think it was possible to hear the hate that much, but he did, and it stung. How could a family such as their's have so much hate hidden beneath the surface. Dean didn't hate his brother, or his father. He may dislike them at times, and have small squabbles with them, but it lasted less than five minutes each time, and then he forgot the hate. It seemed to him that this had been building, and wasn't released, just pent up. Until today, when it exploded.
There was only one thing that Dean was scared of, and that he would admit to. He was scared of losing his family. He was terrified that one of them wouldn't live to see the next hunt, and it almost made him not want to go on the hunt. Almost. Dean always felt the satisfaction of a job well done after him and his dad killed whatever it was that was terrorizing the town. Felt the satisfaction of the kill when it was his kill. Felt the urge to hunt, like his father did. Unlike Sam did. Yet Sam was pushing to be like one of them, like he could let go of the 'normal life' he wants for himself. But Sam will never truly be a hunter. Not when he sees kids everywhere leading a normal childhood, not knowing what goes bump in the night. But with Sam now wanting to go on the hunts with them, Dean's fear only grew. He could only hope that it wouldn't stop him when he needs to accomplish what needs to be done on the hunt. He can only hope Sam is prepared when he does finally go on his first hunt.
Dean looked down at his watch when he noticed the light slightly. It read 7:32 PM. Dean stood up and reluctantly started walking home. When he neared the edge of the forest, he saw his father outside looking up and down the street before going back in the house. Dean realised he was looking for him and ran across the street and into the house before his father could call Markus and find out that Dean wasn't there. Then there would be hell to pay, on Dean's behalf.
Dean walked in the house, and it was completely silent, though he knew his father was somewhere, as he had just watched him move into the house moments before.
"Dad?" Dean called out quiet, but loud enough to be heard throughout the house. Dean heard footsteps come towards him and he waited for the person to reach him. His father walked out of the kitchen and looked at his oldest son with something like regret in his eyes.
"When are we leaving Dad?" Dean asked.
"In 15 minutes. Get your brother ready as well," John said in a stern voice.
"Sammy's coming, Dad? I thought you said he wasn't ready?"
"He's coming. He wanted to, it's his fault he's coming. Now go get ready."
"Yes sir," Dean answered dutifully and climbed the stairs to go get what he needs for the night's hunt. Hopefully he wouldn't let his father down with his mind concentrating on Sam and if he was safe or not. Dean wouldn't be able to live with himself if anything happened to Sam and he could have done something to prevent it.
Dean tried to forget everything that happened in the past few hours and concentrated on the long night ahead. He tried to forget the argument, but his heart was already broken. He was already broken from it, and would need time to heal from it. But now was not the time. They had a Wraith to deal with, and Dean had his brother to watch over.
A/N: This is the third chapter. There will be one more at least, unless more is requested, along with ideas for the fights. There is one more fight which I have planned out, but after that, I have a white piece of paper, and I hate a white piece of paper. Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and will review for me again!
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